Savage in the Sweets

And good enough to eat…

Lacy Savage is the name; candy pushing is my game.

And I do mean candy—so get those dirty thoughts out of your head!

My life is a dream! I love my job! I love my small town! I love my adorable niece! How could things possibly get any better?

Well…importing an array of eligible bachelors wouldn’t hurt. Not to brag, but I’m coming in at almost a year of forced celibacy. It’s gotten so bad, I came thiiiiiis close to adding robo-tongue to my Amazon cart. 

Lucky for me, the answer to my frustration moved right next door to my shop in the form of a taut and tanned gym owner.

Sounds like fate, right? 

Wrong! You see, he’s trying to get my business run off school property, which happens to be my most important client.

Apparently, he has something against candy. That is when he isn’t sneaking a bar in his back office. 

That’s right—I learned his secret, and I have the picture to prove it.

As I was negotiating a truce, I kicked the heat up a notch, and by notch, I mean I sent him an explicit photo(totally the celibacy’s fault). Suddenly, he’s no longer opposed to eating my candy…

We decide on a casual fling. What better way to get our aggression out?

That was the plan, but what happens when he decides he wants a lifetime supply….